Jawan was a calm city that, despite being quiet, held a lot of energy and life. The beaches that cornered the large sea were beautiful, and anyone would be taken aback by the beautiful sights of the city, especially during summertime. While the city was primarily a fishing port and was actually renowned for its fish and seafood produce, it also had a more modern area further in the heart of town. It had big buildings rivalling tall skyscrapers, and sometimes it felt more like a big modern city than a small fishing port. It was nowhere near as modern or lively as Lamenolai or Aldrect, but that particular area was fairly lively.
And that one particular day, the livelihood was increased by one particular kid, and his unfortunate sibling that he was dragging along with him.
"Morgan, come on! Get on with it!" the small boy argued, dragging his sister by her wrist, leaving the girl little to no time to regain her balance.
"M-Milton! Slow down, I can't run with heels on!" his sister complained between gasps, trying her best to follow, but also trying not to fall awkwardly from being dragged along.
"What? Come on, mom runs faster with these than with flats!" Milton argued, stopping abruptly to let his sister recover, which nearly left Morgan to trip and fall. Fortunately, the brother was still holding on to her wrist, which prevented the sister from falling flat on her face.
The said sister panted and gasped heavily for a moment before straightening up and giving her brother an indignant look. "Mother is three thousand years old! H-how do you expect me to be used to heels so quickly?"
Morgan's indignation flew right above Milton's head, as the brother stared back at his sister with a slightly confused look on his face. "If you can't walk in them, why do you wear them? Just wear boots or shoes, like I do! It's much better," he asked, and while he thought his question was reasonable, his sister just sighed pitifully.
And that one particular day, the livelihood was increased by one particular kid, and his unfortunate sibling that he was dragging along with him.
"Morgan, come on! Get on with it!" the small boy argued, dragging his sister by her wrist, leaving the girl little to no time to regain her balance.
"M-Milton! Slow down, I can't run with heels on!" his sister complained between gasps, trying her best to follow, but also trying not to fall awkwardly from being dragged along.
"What? Come on, mom runs faster with these than with flats!" Milton argued, stopping abruptly to let his sister recover, which nearly left Morgan to trip and fall. Fortunately, the brother was still holding on to her wrist, which prevented the sister from falling flat on her face.
The said sister panted and gasped heavily for a moment before straightening up and giving her brother an indignant look. "Mother is three thousand years old! H-how do you expect me to be used to heels so quickly?"
Morgan's indignation flew right above Milton's head, as the brother stared back at his sister with a slightly confused look on his face. "If you can't walk in them, why do you wear them? Just wear boots or shoes, like I do! It's much better," he asked, and while he thought his question was reasonable, his sister just sighed pitifully.